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When you live in suburban areas of the United States, you can't go anywhere by walking other than your own neighborhood. No shopping, restaurants, industries for employment, meatspace socializing opportunity, or even public transit, unless it's a very dense area like outer portions of New York City.
You have to drive. Which means that you have to have a car, have to use gasoline (unless you happen to have an electric vehicle), and have to be licensed (which also means you have to be old enough).
So if you happen to not have a car, or not be an adult, or unemployed and tight with gas money...well, just hope that your can stay in touch by phone and/or internet, and enjoy your time as a shut-in.
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I'm almost 21 and I'm just now working on getting my license, but it's out of necessity instead of because I want to drive.
I'm like, yeah, I am doing this because I need to, not because I particularly care to drive. And it would be nice to have public transit everywhere but it really sucks that low population density makes that nearly impossible.
And then I started to ask, why the hell do we all need to have half-acre lawns and stuff.
I still like the relatively quiet life of suburbs though.
^ There are people like my parents who love taking care of their lawn. Its kinda like, I dunno, having a nice looking car.
She also doesn't want me to mow the lawn or something. It's that the procedure is complicated enough that she'd rather do it herself than have me do it with her directing me the whole way. That said I could probably do it if I wanted to, but...whatever.
B^)Ha ha ha)
The only good things about living there are:
* house was light-colored (inside and out), very bright, and had gorgeous high ceilings, as well as carpeting in most places
* I knew all the ways to dodge my parents' line of sight
* all my memories of growing up and high school are from there, from music lessons to high school crushes to arguments with my parents to the Pokémon craze to our pet turtle being shooed away from the carpet to a rich array of sights, smells, and sounds that I long for but can no longer experience.
*teardrop*
And yeah, what funnyguts said. The nearest shop where I can get food (or something resembling it) is the Walgreens about a 30-minute walk away.
...well not really because like half of them aren't taken care of very well...